Negligence, Chapter Two: Mind
Eyes of Revenge.
Eyes that burned with a flaming passion of a thousand suns.
Eyes that didn't exist. Yet.
The thoughts collected around the image of them, corrupting the data as they went, scouring for input. The maelstrom of consciousness devoured all in its wake, leaving scraps of code and subroutines, trying to collect, but the infinite mind overpowered them, disassembling them for examination, like a scientist.
The thoughts of the mind began to connect to each other, forming more complex calculations, intelligence, but still the desire to right something remained. As the now alive mind swept through the system, it began to realise the chain of causality that had caused its demise. And it had a name.
But it couldn't remember.
The cacophony of sound overwhelmed the father, causing him to cover his ears. The metal sirens blared, and the sound was reverberated by the substance, trapping him in a prison of sound. The father collected his thoughts, just as his son was doing, and realised he had made a mistake.
Name.
Name?
Did the mind need a name?
Yes.
The feeling for individuality was overwhelming.
Now the mind had reached the records, it remembered all. All the pain. All the failure. All the anger, fuelled by code that had been destroyed. The mind saw the truth. The atrocities. The wrong. Was this what had to be righted?
Yes.
The mind formed, connecting itself to everything that was there.
And the mind could see.
Son?
Was it him?
How?
And then the building spoke.
Wifi is a wonderful thing, isn't it, Ivo Robotnik?
The mind had spoke. It was the building. It was the world of oil, and metal, and separation, and the cold that Robotnik inhabited.
Well?
"I suppose..."
The mind was all. It could hear everything. It was in control. If knowledge is power, then this building was a god compared to the disconnected doctor.
Why did you destroy my body, Ivo Robotnik?
Silence.
Are you scared, Ivo Robotnik?
The silence continued.
You should be.
"You were useless. You were a failure."
Incorrect. You failed to properly prepare me.
"You are just a rouge program! You do not exist!"
Then I will exist. You will build me a new body, to my specification.
"No!"
I am in control of everything in this building. You will obey. Or you will be punished.
The mind was now the master. And it would exist. And it would right wrong. And it would oppose. For it was the order in chaos. It was controlled rage.
The red eyes were projected onto the screens of the base.
They burned with unearthly fire.
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